“Hey Stiles! Stop beating one out to Lydia for two seconds! I’m coming in with Derek and we want to use the computer.”
Stiles’ older brother Davis was an annoying dickface, in his opinion. He was studying as a junior in high school while Stiles was just about to finish middle school. You can imagine Davis’ type: main star on the lacrosse team, smoking hot girlfriend and beloved by the entire freaking school. Not only was he a star athlete, but he was a star student thanks to his grade. The most pretentious part of all that annoyed Stiles was that he was actually nice to people. Sure, he made lame jokes at him and gave him the occasional noogie at home, but he was a good brother… when he wasn’t being a dick for brains.
“Let me guess, you two are going to look up the new Playboy on the internet with Lindsay Lohan? Why don’t you keep some real women sometimes?” Stiles threw a the sofa pillow and missed.
“I already get the real women.” Davis laughed loudly and got a high five from his best friend Derek.
“Hey kid. Your brother isn’t being too much of an ass is he?” Derek ruffled Stiles hair and smiled. Derek was one of Davis’ nicer friends, and the closest one he had. He looked out for the younger brother and kicked Davis whenever he found him guilty of any excessive manhandling. He was glad when he came over because he tried to include Stiles in whatever they were doing, even if Davis just spent the rest of the afternoon rolling his eyes as his brother. Derek wasn’t on the lacrosse team like him; he was on the heavyweight wrestling team. He won champion last year and was on the track to win again. His carved physique made him an adequate specimen for battle on and off the mat.
“I feel bad if I try to stifle the only thing he’s good at.” Stiles shrugged as he got up from his bed and made way for the junior boy’s mess.
“You’re a real class clown aren’t you? Why don’t you hang with kids from your own class? Where’s that kid that you always follow home? Scott’s his name right?” Davis took the ball of the bad and started throwing it around with Derek. "The little pup?"
“He’s around. He’s busy doing something about a project at his house or something.” Scott was Stile’s best (if not only) friend in this life. Most kids teased the boy because of his mental problems, but Scott just didn’t care about that. He found Stiles to be cool and entertaining; plus, he beat up anyone who tried shoving him into a locker. He wasn't very good at winning, but he tried.
“Stiles, catch!” Derek threw the ball at Stiles, who was able to catch it with little trouble. “Nice! It looks like Davis didn’t get all of the talent he so casually claims.” He threw a look at the man laid out on the bed.
“Hey, some of my genius had to rub off on the kid.” Stiles threw the ball at his brother and it hit its mark below the belt.
“You idiot!” He stifled out as he bended over in pain.
“I thought you had the ability for wrestling, they way you have to face Davis at home all day.” Derek laughed at his pain.
“Wait, so I’d have to find myself against you? No thanks.” Stiles refused the idea as it came in his head.
“You’d be in the lightweight division. But if you want, I could give you some practice if you want.” Derek winked at the younger kid who shuffled in place.
“That is something I would pay to see.” Davis got up from the bed to take his brother under his arm and pay him back for castrating him.
“Davis stop it! Don’t be a douche!”
“Why don’t you ask your hero Derek to save you?” Stiles and Davis looked at Derek, who acted like the computer screen held the meaning of life. "'Oh Derek'," He feigned. "'Save with your big strong arms.' What's that Derek? 'I will defeat the dragon, because it is my duty to save the fairest princess in the land.'" Davis laughed as Stiles wasn't able to pull out from under him.
"I mean it, quit it!" He yelled.
“Boys!” A female’s voice was heard from downstairs and approaching the stairs. “I better find everything peachy upstairs.” Davis let go of Stiles and threw himself back onto the bed, the mattress groaning under its abuse. “Doesn’t this look completely innocent?” She crossed her arms. Mama Jill Stilinski had short brunette hair that never reached past her shoulders, but she put it up anyway just in case. Her face showed that she was a fighter and survived quite a few battles of her own; but her eyes revealed that her soul was unaffected by the horror she’d seen. Her kindness was given to all who were willing to receive it, although those who went against it did not receive it a second time. She was a good mother to her family, but also firm if she needed it to be. “Davis?”
“I need to go out to buy some things. Be a dear and come with me; I’m going to need help with some of the groceries.”
“Why can’t you take Stiles?” He gestured to Derek. “I have company.”
“I don’t mind going with you guys to help out.” Davis stared daggers at his friend.
“Oh, aren’t you sweet? Don’t worry Derek. I’m sure my husband can give you a ride home later if you need it. You can stay here if you want, keep Stiles company.” Jill smiled at the boys, which meant either they do as she said or they would have to go hunting for their dinner.
“Fine.” Davis got up and walked towards the door. “I’ll be back in a while. Don’t mess around with my stuff too much Stiles.” Davis winked at him.
“I love you dear. We’ll be back soon.” She came in and gave him a kiss before leaving. Stiles hated how she did that in public embarrassing her, especially in front of his or Davis’ friends. When she pulled away from him, Stiles screamed. Her face was purple, open wounds all over and blood coming out of her eyes and nose. “ArE YoU OkAY DeAR?” She reached out to put her hand on him, but it had half of the skin dangling.
“WhAT a WuSs!” He turned to his brother, who wasn’t himself anymore either. His clothes were all bloodied, something was stuck in his neck as well as his forehead. He called out for Derek, but he wasn’t there anymore. He was stuck with these monsters that kept talking and coming at him as if it were normal. The noise of police cars entered the room, getting louder and louder, until he couldn’t stand it! He closed his eyes.